After a long days work, I decided to watch television with a cup of tea in my hand. This routine follows another commitment of stretching my body. I am no better than any other girl. I am crazy about a flatron television stomach. Not to mention, if you think I am starving, its much more than starving. After 5 sets of skipping with each constituting 100 skips, I planned to energize myself consuming something high in calorie but less in amount.
The finest chef of our house (my mom) concocted 6 slices of bread toast of which 4 was for me and the rest for my brother and this was according to me. Of the 4 alloted for me, 2 goes for an immediate consumption and the left out for my dinner. It was smooth like milk and water until I consumed my share and until my brother gulped his share. Perhaps the moment he realised, there was 2 more hiding in the kitchen, he made an investigation with the eye witness (my mother). When he unfolded the mystery that the main suspect was me (the one to swallow the left out), he dismissed his suspicions on the second target (my father, for whom always a share is alloted when something special is prepared). To put it in simple words, the bread was waiting to be consumed by me or my daddy.
When he got thorough about the fact that it waited to be mine, he couldn’t tolerate the special feeling the bread had for me. He became possessive about it, which resulted in a holy war – a divine fight for a noble cause that rankled “Ramya, you are the breadwinner”.
He pulled my hand and made me bend. The bread which was starring at me bestowed me with an immortal will power that resulted in a sudden eruption of energy with which I pulled myself back, freed from his clutches and got back in form ready for the combat. He raised his leg over my head to show what he is capable of. To the best of my knowledge, it was twice as long as my hand. In an attempt to own the toast, he stretched his hand to seize it. I held him from behind and hauled him to the fullest of my strength and his fingers gradually moved back from the toast.
Both the living witness (my mom) and the non living witness – the treasure to be conquered, remained as silent spectators. After a breathtaking hauling and a revolving for around a minute, I pushed him down on the sofa. Having known my capability and energy level, I decided to fight him which turned out to be an impressive factor that he came down to say “It is all yours”. With love and care he allow me to conquer. I contended him “thank you” with a smile to a mile and preserved the treasure for dinner.
“Thank you for your smile & Have a great day”
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